No way Burn the resolution Find your way Burn this city down No disgrace Believe in your own dreams And you will be fine Break away From life that simply fades away
a sack So ain't no straight foolin' with the black ass K Clownin' while you frown, ain't the truth gettin' you down? Why don't you get yo' ass away from
what I gotta be If you investigate you'll find out where it's comin from Look through our history, America's the violent one Unlock my brain, break the
me close as I drift away And it's just as it should be My best laid plans Will build and break your heart Her guilty hands Tear my whole world apart
Hey my dear old friend, do you remember me? You seem very sad, anything I can do? You tried to run away but you cannot hide from me There somewhere inside
to arms, have your revenge, and break the seal. Turn all the gold to steel Every time we hear your anthem, we can't keep ourselves in hand We're dommed
drift away This somber burial is a calamity Rise from your casket and kiss new breath from me To those who can't behold Your fading moonlight beauty Radiating from
spoon-fed lies to save Face, and stay safe, and keep us knotted in our place But it's time to break the bonds, break away from artificial Emancipate your
ain't even in heat for a month meow Some bad cats from fourth street come down to our alley Well we say that's cool but just stay away from me and my
York oh Big schemes [Alicia Keys] Oh, break the game Just ain't the same Baby loves and girls with no shame Can't get away (get away), epidemic plague
throw away our cares How can I feel alive when we can't help but break our backs just to survive? Is this another time we can't control our lives?
'neath the cloak of time And drink a toast to these Our final days upon this earth We made the deserts from the gardens of our youth We spewed our blackened
the cloak of time And drink a toast to these Our final days upon this earth We made the deserts from the gardens of our youth We spewed our blackened
These suckas is hatin, cause situation at hands [Andre Nickatina:] Playboy I'm from the Fillmoe, man a.k.a. Bay-yola We let our hair grow to our shoulders
I'll ever need. So we'll run! (Yeah, we'll run!) Run away! (So far away!) Go to the coast and maybe someday! (The sun will shine upon our faces everyday
This pain must end We have chosen to suffer Feeling nothing but hate It's eating us up from the inside Taking our feelings away
now; we can go outside and dance over the new jersey night sky, where we are so alive, not falling from a star a galaxy away. take my hand into our fairyland
